Oceanbreeze7 here!
Pairings (Relationships): Not many if any. There may be slight LutainXNagini close to the end, do not expect any infatuation or love interest to be different from the books/movie.
Warnings: Some parts may be slightly graphic for young readers. I shall not be held responsible if writing is to strong or you do not feel comfortable to read. Viewer discretion is advised (I've always wanted to say that!) Some parts may have bad language, or blood. This is not intended for the weak hearted to read during Death Eater raids.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, I however own the sole plot idea as well as a few creatures/characters such as Lutain and Skylar. I do not own the spells (even if you have not heard of them) They are the slightly altered word or combined words in the Latin language.
Okay, okay, you all absolutely hate me.
You see, to be honest, i was totally busy training for the U18 internationals, and what do you know- i actually did really well! Now my coach and my team are training even harder so we can go to the Junior Olympics- that's my excuse.
Oh! Before i forget!
you see, i was just wondering around Devaintart, and what comes to mind? Why, i just typed in 'Lutain harry Potter' and What pops up? That's right. A drawing of Harry, Hedwig, and Lutain!
Kudo's to you, xXxrouxXx and the only reviewer- MoonlitNight97 for responding and actually drawing.
I don't care if you think it's bad, xXxrouxXx, i actually almost cried a little when i saw it- the wonderful feeling i get is...impossible
Harry flinched ever so slightly as another dark exploding curse blew up a foot to his left- thdn one flew a few feet behind him on his right.
His father was rather…upset, with how he had ended his battle.
"A warning. You gave them a bloody warning!" He hissed, sending another spell at the wall, which groaned under the pressure.
Harry knew better than to say anything.
"And now, they're going back to that blasted school to what? Gather together and try to destroy us!"
Harry flinched as a spell- the killing curse- was shot at him. Vanishing into smoke, he molded around the spell before becoming human again, unharmed.
"Instead of plotting our time- now we must kill them. When? Tomorrow!"
Harry flinched as something shattered behind him. A vase by the sound of it.
"Were you thinking at all?"
'Of course I was, Father. Why do you think I let them run?' Harry's mind whispered, and a slight bitter tone was in his mental voice.
"And making another Horcrux in Nagini! Are you insane?"
"That's debatable." Harry spoke for the first time in the hour long rant he had been here.
His father spun, nostrils flaring in his anger, and hand curled into a fist. Harry did not back down- was he now missing the emotion fear?
"What?" his father hissed coldly, and Harry lifted his head, response already in his head.
"Insane: a state of mind that blocks normal perception, behavior, or social interaction. I may have been born like this- but then would I be born insane, or find the behavior of normality being insane?" Harry coldly stated, causing his father to gnash his teeth together.
"Just…why, did you give mercy?" His father sighed, apparently calming down slightly.
"Because now they're at Hogwarts." Harry simply stated.
His father sighed.
"Yes, I know that."
"They're all at Hogwarts."
"Yes."
"Every single wizard who opposes us in a single spot."
"Yes, bu-oh."
Harry gave a smirk, and something else was slightly noticeable in his smirk.
Were his canine teeth more pointed?
"Organize your Death Eaters. I will call the demons and the werewolves."
"..You plan to attack them?" His father asked, now calm as he understood what exactly was going on.
Fire burned in Harry's eyes as he gave a sadistic grin back to his father- red eyes flickering.
"I plan to maul them until their corpses are such things shades are disgusted by." Harry almost happily responded before turning and leaving the room- moving towards his own.
He was finding that more and more often he was using his smoke form- soon preferring it to physically walking.
It certainly helped getting to complicated places.
He appeared in his form quickly, hearing a dog yelp and he snapped his head around while solidifying.
"Remus?" Harry asked, blinking in surprise- Remus had been gone a long time, almost two months.
"Er- hi Shadow." Remus chuckled weakly, removing his hand from his heart. Harry blinked slowly.
"Normally I would ask why you are in my room- but I have wards for stealing and since you still have your skin and left kidney- I believe you have no bad intentions. As strange as this may sound- how have you been?" Harry asked, walking over to his desk that usually had papers on them- and instead pulled out a black bound book he had received from Dark Inig.
"Err- well off, I guess…Tonk's is Pregnant…"
Harry let the book fall from his fingers. Very slowly he turned, looking at Remus, who suddenly looked very awkward.
"…Aren't you nearly…oh, I don't know, ten years older than her?"
Once again, Remus winced at that, but didn't deny anything.
"Dear Merlin, I don't want to even know. Have you seen Lutain?" Harry asked, and Remus gave a shrug, suddenly stiffening as he caught sight of something.
Harry followed his eyes to the ring on his finger.
"What?" He asked, slightly annoyed, and Remus swallowed thickly.
"Have…Have you ever heard the tale of the Three Brothers?"
Harry frowned, recalling it from his childhood. "The one about the cloak and that wand- right?"
"And the Resurrection stone." Remus whispered, clearing his throat, and Harry snapped his head to the ring.
'The stone to raise the dead.' His mind supplied, and very slowly, Harry took the ring off, turning it in his hand.
"The stories are real. Dumbledore was after the Elder wand." Remus muttered, on his way out of the room.
Harry ran his thumb over the stone, and somehow, back in his mind, a voice whispered.
And he complied.
He turned the stone twice over in his palm, looking at the skeleton monster he had made- and very slowly, screams were heard as spirits from the dead were forced alive, trying to combine with the bodies of the skeleton.
He heard something shrieking, and with a sudden gasp, the monster gave several issuing cracks as the supporting plates snapped, and the bones started to shift, flesh molding and large meat chunks turning to muscle in certain areas.
The empty eye sockets suddenly blinked, and the jaw silently issued a scream as the bones snapped to hold up the monster- blood dripping from someplace unknown.
And very loudly- the heart of Albus Dumbledore started beating.
x-(X)-x
"I seek audience with Dumbledore." Harry stated, spinning the rock around as he stood, just in the clearing of where the bloody spider Aragog died, in the Forbidden Forest.
The bone monster zombie thing groaned and lifted to its full sight, the rancid smell chasing away all monsters that dared to actually come close- and very slowly, the jaw dropped with a loud click.
Screams of monsters and things added issued- the frantic calls of the Unicorns that gave up their pelts and horns- the howls of rogue werewolves, and the mighty roar of a dragon.
"Silence." Harry growled, and all of the painful calls were silenced, and Harry locked eyes with the beating heart pumping nothing.
"Albus Dumbledore- you will talk to me." Harry easily stated, and very slowly, the jaw dropped again.
"Har-ry." The scratchy shocked and sad voice came through from the obviously non used Owl vocal chords.
"Ah- so you can talk." Harry smirked, looking at the monster in his control.
"I…F-fail-ed ou." It breathed raspy and almost crackling like- a bone snapping over a knee.
"No." Harry growled the empty eye sockets looked at him.
"You never failed me old man. You showed me life- and I enjoy it."
"You killed 'e." It rasped again, and Harry snorted, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, and I kill hundreds more. More on with it- it doesn't matter that I'm using your heart as fuel to destroy the Light- that's not important. What is important is the Elder wand. Where is it?"
The bone monster was silent, saying nothing.
"I will no' sp-eak." It groaned, and once again, Harry could tell how infuriating Dumbledore was, even in the afterlife.
"Listen to me old man. I killed you, you're dead. And the dead obey the shades. Now tell me- where is that wand?" Harry hissed, grabbing the skull of the dragon and staring heartlessly into the open sockets of the eyes.
The dragon said nothing.
"I know the secrets of the afterlife- Dumbledore. I can make your life a living hell, I can change that sanctuary you so enjoy with your dear sister, into a hungry life of a dementor. I can twist your fragile mind until it snaps, and you end up a wraith. Now tell me, where is that wand."
The dragon recoiled at the words, and it grunted more, only infuriating Harry.
"You are un-stab-ble. You 've br'ken soul apa'rt."
Harry shrieked in black anger, lunging at the beast in a form of smoke, piercing flesh and stabbing bones, the dragon screamed in the voice of Dumbledore.
"You don't know what you're a part of, Dumbledore. I can make your very existence in that body. Neither living nor dying. I could turn you to an Inferi- wouldn't that be fitting?"
The Dragon shrieked, writhing as bones snapped and repaired them in a painful fit.
Harry pulled back, and the Dragon dropped, twitching ever so slightly as the ragged breaths of Albus parted its jaw.
"Tell me where the wand is Dumbledore." Harry growled, and once again, the man refused to say a word.
The loud roar of a dragon in pain startled the forest- causing the centaurs to back away and run the opposite direction. The Unicorn foals sprinted to their mothers, and the Thestrals took to the skies.
"Where is the wand, Dumbledore?" Harry growled, eyes turning crimson, and the creature this time did not even stir.
"He will not say, Shadow."
Harry turned, looking up as a great Thestral landed, looking small in comparison to the massive bone creature.
"Hello Mylla." Harry greeted, turning back to the bone creature, which now looked at the Thestral with interest.
"You have done a great evil to many people, Shadow. They'd prefer it if you left the dead to the Earth- I however, do not."
"That is understandable." Harry nodded, looking with distaste at the borrowed wand in his hand.
"You are searching for the Elder Wand?"
"You've heard of it?" Harry asked intrigued now, and the Thestral gave an airy snort, tossing her long beautiful head
"Heard of it? The tale of the Three Brothers has highly been altered in this realm of the living. The three artifacts were never crafted in the same time, but decades after one another."
Harry blinked, taken aback; his eyes were bright with newfound urge to learn more.
"The first creation was the Resurrection Stone- the ring around your forecla- hand. Forgive me; the phrases of humans have long since lost me. It was created from the land of this world, a rock from the salty ocean, forged in the heat of Dragon's breath. It was blessed with the touch of Merlin."
Harry gave a nod, and Mylla tossed her head once again, looking at the bone dragon.
"He wished to summon his wife- Ladraiya, from the dead. But his summons brought back a ghost- a creature he could not touch, for her corpse had rotted long ago. He ignored the stone, banishing it until a brother found it."
"And the cloak?" Harry asked, and Mylla's eyes glittered.
"The cloak came next. Forged in the land you are most familiar with. I believe the name is…Naitirb Taerg?"
Harry flinched, looking at Mylla as she turned, looking away and trying not to meet the eyes of Harry as she explained further.
"The shades were…gifted, in their abilities. They were widely known among the founders, and they were outlawed, hunted. They invented the cloak, to remain invisible to the eyes. You'd understand how valuable it would be to remain unseen in that form, am I correct?"
Harry gave a small nod. To be invisible in his smoke form…would be a godsend.
"The only cloak in existence was being used, and the shade was killed. The cloak was then stolen by another brother."
"Is that brother related directly to the Potter line?" Harry smoothly asked, and the Thestral gave a flap of the wings to represent a shrug.
"The wand…Long ago, high elves came here. They were the rightful creatures of magic, existing with only magic for aid. They…they wanted to help wizards in the dark times of the founders, against the burning of magic folk. They wanted a mixture, of the light and dark natures of Magic. They gathered the wood of an Elder Tree-"
"An Elder tree?" Harry asked, and Mylla gave a snort, looking at him with the ghostly eyes.
"The Sambucus Tree. It was known for its healing and beauty. Then, they took the hair of a creature that understood pain and suffering-"
"You." Harry stated, and the Thestral snorted, tail swooshing largely, and she almost smiled.
"Who in this world is better suited than I, to understand the old ways of life, and death. Suffering and joy? I…I have seen so much, at times I've wished what it would be like if I finally stopped…breathing."
"But why would you do that? Mylla, you are one of the greatest creatures on this planet- people fear Thestrals because they can't see them. Those that can envy them." Harry mumbled, stroking her nose, and she breathed softly.
"…The wand was crafted as a gift. The wand is part of death, and life. It resides in a coffin, carved from white earth, held in the hands of the death man speaking."
Harry gave a small smile, and before Mylla could turn to fly away, Harry said one last thing-
"I could bring back your father, you know." He offered.
She stalled, wings extended in a mid-beat. And very softly, she spoke.
"Perhaps, to see him, and to say that it was never his fault for my death. But for now- not now. Not when I am in doubt."
And then, she flew away.
x-(X)-x
Lutain had been avoiding Harry like the plague- it was rather frustrating.
Harry had removed Remus from the manor- giving them a small house that he had rented out on the northern coast of Scotland. Remus was his Godfather, might as well give him something.
"There you are." Harry hissed, entering the infirmary where Nagini was coiled, being sustained by magic as her body adapted with another Horcrux.
Lutain was next to her, coiled next to her scales, red eyes glancing up every so often.
"Why did you do it?" Lutain hissed lowly, and Harry blinked, frowning ever so slightly.
"Nagini is the closest thing I have to a mother. You are my Horcrux- is it fitting that she is one also?"
"You shouldn't have!" Lutain hissed, pulling up to his full height to stare at Harry, and pull at his fangs threateningly.
Was Lutain just…threatening him?
"You didn't have any objections when I, to you." Harry coldly stated, and Lutain wavered ever so slightly, before something akin to anger roared in his eyes.
"It is different! We are master and creature! She is of no obligations part of you!"
"What in Merlin's name has gotten you so fired up about this? What, could changing Nagini ever so slightly have against y-"
Harry cut off, and immediately, Lutain dropped his eyes.
He slumped backwards into a chair that was placed there before. And he dropped his head into his hands, letting out a breathy chuckle.
"Does that make me a grandfather?" Harry laughed, and Lutain looked away, sheepishly if anything.
"Hardly so, you are not blood kin."
"I might as well be, I already think of you as my best friend, why not my son?"
Lutain gave Harry rather a disturbed face, sliding backwards ever so slightly, as if to protect Nagini.
"I'm sorry Lutain, I did not know that Nagini was with young-"
"She has been with hatchlings for a while as of now." Lutain added, looking the other direction, Harry narrowed his eyes.
"- but I don't think the Horcrux will affect the Hatchlings. How old are they now?" Harry pleasantly added, and Lutain flicked his tongue, refusing to answer.
"…We are expected to be at Hogwarts, overseeing the attack while Father hunts for the Potters."
"I do not care." Lutain snapped back, looking at Nagini.
"Lutain! Give it a rest! Look- I'll go through the connection and wake her, happy?"
Lutain turned up and much to Harry's surprise and anger- he snarled. A low deathly hiss with bloody eyes glaring with full hearted intention to do some serious harm.
"I felt how a Horcrux is, and as sure as the sun is above the noble kind- she would enjoy remaining asleep."
Harry scowled, crossing his arms, and Lutain turned, giving his undivided attention to Nagini, as she was in the sleeping state.
Harry turned, scowling and starting to walk away, but just as he was near the door- he reached out with his mind.
There were two faintly exotic feelings in his mind, one, rather warm sandy feeling one that Harry had grown to acknowledge as Lutain. The other, was more of a Hispanic flare, wet and moist.
Gently, he prodded this path, and he felt a very slight flare of energy, he gently pushed a little harder, feeling if there was any pain in the link of the two.
When no pain met his mind, he gently pushed a little harder, prodding the mind awake.
"Nagini!"
Harry turned, to see a bleary eyes giant snake blinking awake, as a slimmer and slightly longer black one coiled up and over her form in a sign of affection.
"You have missed much, Nagini." Harry hissed lowly, turning to face her.
Nagini had altered ever so slightly in the Horcrux- not too much. Her face was slightly more pointed, and her pupils were more pronounced with the blackest of black. Besides that, nothing on her body had changed.
"You gave me your soul." Nagini spoke calmly and clearly- the persistent accent having vanished ever so slightly into a smooth beautiful sound.
"…I did. An attack on Hogwarts has been planned, we are attacking soon- but there is something I wish to do before. Do either of you two care to assist me?"
Lutain narrowed his eyes, not having forgiven Harry, and spoke quickly before Nagini could utter a sound, "We will be fine, Shadow."
It was the first time Lutain had ever called him anything besides the name 'Master'.
Something in Harry's chest pulled painfully, and strangely enough, it hurt worse than when he was tested with a rather pointed Crucio from Bellatrix in a practice session. It achingly reminded him of something from his childhood.
The Light had been aiming to hurt him, and amazingly, Lutain had done more damage in those few minutes than the Light had done in years.
"I see." Harry managed to stay, barely keeping the choke out of his voice, the strain noticeable. He turned, twisting the ring on his finger as he walked out; unstable somehow, and very slowly, he closed the door, bowing his head ever so slightly.
"Shadow?" Harry turned, looking at the pale pointed face of Draco Malfoy, a Death Eater mask in one hand, the black clasp around his shoulders.
"Draco…" Harry muttered quickly, brushing past and nearly tripping In the uneasy steps he made, slightly in shock after what had just happened.
Draco Malfoy knew better than to try and 'help' the heir. So he did only what he could, run off to find his father. That than led to a certain witch overhearing with a frown. Bellatrix than darted between two passages, hidden by a Runespore portrait, and alerted her master.
Lord Voldermort's eyes narrowed.
x-(X)-x
Harry sat on his bed.
It wasn't a normal occurrence, nor was it odd for a child of his age, but he had heard from several other children he was forced to share the Dungeons with, that it helped release of pent up anger.
He wasn't feeling it.
He frowned, looking at his neatly crossed ankles, feet resting just below each kneecap, hands on the black material that hid his body from view, and face looking straight forward at a vanity with several lethal looking things on the top- one of which was the Grindylow claw opener he was now rather impressed with.
As he sat, thoughts raced through his mind.
His wand was still stolen, and unknown of its whereabouts. That left him with some poor wand with Runespore venom core.
The wand was working, oh yes, but it wasn't…enough.
He needed something else- which is what he was going for.
"The deathstick." Harry muttered, looking at a small Chocolate card of Albus Dumbledore, showing the wand he was wanting- with the carvings of Elder Berries running down the side.
With a frown, Harry jumped to his feet, walking towards the vanity and summoning a blank sheet of parchment from a few feet to his right.
Harry was in a rush, so much to his annoyance, when he found an eagle quill and no inkwell, he did what any human or creature that was in a rush would do.
He hissed and quickly started writing in his elegant font, glinting crimson as he easily wrote out the words without rush.
Father,
Lutain and I had an argument. I'm leaving to get something of mine, which I forgot long ago. I will meet you at the battle. Take Lutain and Nagini with you- keep them safe.
I mean it, no matter what they say, you keep them safe.
You know what happens if they're ever gone.
Shadow.
He grabbed the wax seal, stamping it easily and setting it on his small table near the entry door way, and slipped into the shadows, phasing through the cracks faster than one could see or fly.
A few seconds later- a black smoke blur took to the skies over the land of England.
x-(X)-x
It was odd. Standing before a giant white marble tomb quite well in the middle of a tiny lake off the shore of some unknown property.
It was heavy, and seemed to have been made without the assistance of Magic- solid tomb of white marble hand crafted by dwarves perhaps?
"Fools." Harry muttered, looking at the wand in his hands and grasping both ends before letting the sharp sound of wood breaking will the silent air.
A few crows loudly voiced their displeasure at the sudden noise, causing them to flap out of the nearby tree and towards the far away solid ground.
Eyeing the stone with distaste, Harry took no time in simply vanishing into smoke and heaving the lip off with a loud sound similar to that of lightning cracking. The lid was thrown onto the rocky shore, the sound of stone groaning, and a large splash was all that remains of the grandiose unnecessary cover.
He reformed, standing on the two sides as he looked with a scowl at the dark brown mahogany coffin, tightly fitted with what looked like gold trim.
"For the greater good my arse." Harry muttered, turning to smoke once again to heave the cover off- allowing it to fly away and splinter into toothpicks, the gold's bending as it fell into the water like the marble.
And the corpse of a sleeping old man took residence in the gap.
Albus Dumbledore was resting peacefully, his lips at a calm smile, and his arms crossed evenly over his heart, holding a few things he held close to him- a picture of his family, a small replica of Hogwarts, a Phoenix feather.
The wand.
If his soul was not inside the bone dragon- Harry would have summoned him just to bask in his defeat of taking his wand- possibly burning him alive also.
But their seemed something morally…wrong, with burning a dead man…
Harry looked at the corpse, dressed in a light white, more a cream, that gave his hair the appearance of snow. His glasses were crooked, and as much as Harry wanted to laugh over his success, it was a final victory for him, having killed the man that made his life Hell.
But…there was an uncertainty in his heart. Somehow, he knew that Dumbledore never would have killed him, perhaps imprisoned him in a jail he could never escape from, but he would never kill him.
"I guess in the end, you really did win, old man." Harry muttered, looking at the corpse before grabbing the wand from the cold grey hands, and he walked away.
He stopped, foot resting on a rock just being lapped by the water- and quietly he muttered a repairing spell.
"You know old man," Harry muttered, turning back to look at the now fixed tomb, "When this is all over, when this is finally behind this age- it's not really even going to matter anymore." Harry muttered kicking a small chunk of rock, feeling slightly satisfied as it flew through the air and hit another rock, sending them both in the water.
"One day- people are going to read about us in textbooks, or old history books. Things of legends, we are." Harry gave a breathless smile, looking away.
"The great Albus Dumbledore. The Dark Shadow and the Dark Lord Voldemort- at war for evermore. But we- we all have the sight. The Vision." Harry smirked, than sighed sadly.
"Such a curse that is. The Vision, able to look through the stars, and the night. The curse, to see the dawn before everyone else- you knew, didn't you?"
Harry turned, looking at the coffin, and scoffed loudly, not wanting to hear a word, even though it wouldn't respond.
"You knew- you knew this entire time, didn't you? Having friends with the sight- oh you were a sly one Dumbledore. That's why you were never really concerned, was it? Because there was a bloody Prophecy."
At this point, Harry was sitting, having given up on standing, his back against a tree as he stared at the coffin, chin on his knees.
"They say fate was decided by your past actions, but I wasn't born yet. Was it reincarnation? Am I some sort of assassin that lets the world of destiny condemn me to murder my own father?" He muttered, looking away.
"This world is strange. Outlawing Werewolves but not Dragons, Vampires but not Hags. The Ministry is corrupt, thus it falls. You're losing your mind, thus you fall. There's a Prophecy about me killing my father- thus I die." Harry snickered softly and looked away, a sad look on his face.
"Neither can live while the other survives, eh? Then I guess I'm not walking out of this, am I? you never understood this prophecy, did you?" Harry gave a dry emotionless chuckle.
"I've lived, you know that? I've lived, in those few moments, that one moment of your fall. The moment I saw you die, I breathed, Dumbledore. The moment Sirius fell, my heart actually beat a little. I'm surviving, and so is Father- the war is at a standstill. So I need to walk on in to my death, and my father will win." Harry gave a dry chuckle, dropping his head in his hands as he slightly started to tremble.
"I don't want to die." He whispered ever so slightly, and breathed raggedly, now laughing in the reason this conversation was so uncanny.
"I'm talking to a corpse." He logically stated, shaking his head and trying to recover.
"I'm talking to a dead man about death." He snickered softly, but his heart wasn't in it.
"…I think I'm afraid of the judgment." Harry murmured after a slight pause of the talking, he looked away from the tomb, at the water.
"I'm afraid of the harsh and cold, I'll be given. I guess that's why I chose to do this- because I know their's forgiveness at the end. But it doesn't matter anymore, does it, Albus. After every Chess game, the Pawns and the Kings go back in the same box."
Is that a fitting ending for this chapter? I seem to think so.
It really shows how Harry's mental state is developing- and how he's starting to fight with Lutain when they're splitting off.
It's a sad moment, writting that. I hope you felt it also at that moment.
~Oceanbreeze7
